My Draft:
Diary Entry
January (day before superbowl)
Tomorrow is gonna be the final test to my entire career. Thank you lord for allowing me to perform on this battlefield of the gridiron with such success for over 17 years. You have blessed me with the ability to perform but also the opportunity to mold young minds. I have been to the Super bowl one other time but that experience does not come close to the sentimental value behind playing my final game in the Super bowl. I have not let the hype get to me and refuse to even hold or pose with the Lombardi trophy. That is foolish, why should any be able to hold something they have not earned yet? My whole I never took anything I didn’t earn and the shrine of the NFL, the Lombardi trophy should be no other way. Although my career is coming to an end, my faith in you God will never end.
Day after Superbowl when accusations came out
My team lived up to the moment I will forever remember this group of men not only as teammates but as family. I have grown and watched them all improve over the years and they have done the same. These men are the only ones that truly know the work and dedication I put into my career. It is nonsense that anyone can possibly try and take that away from me. I am infuriated by the fact some sleazebag is running his mouth about how I cheated. Deer Antlers? How would that even improve my game play? I would never put anything in my body that is a banned substance or as ridiculous as deer antlers. I have been blessed by the lord that is how I came back from my injury, not by some deer antler miracle drug. I will continue to live my life following Gods path for me and the truth will be proved eventually.
Examples: August 26, 1963 Today I found out I was going to an integrated school. I feel my life will be better, but I am also worried of what the kids will think of me. Their parents are very upset and protesting outside the school. I have mixed feelings about it. I know that if I want to fulfill my dream of becoming a black lawyer, I will need a great education and have to work hard. My life will be nothing without education. August 27, 1963 I just got home from school. It was terrifying. I am usually proud of who I am, but my classmates made me feel ashamed. No one would speak to me and I felt like an outcast. I should have stayed at my old school. I'm never going to be able to become a lawyer learning like this. How could I have thought this would work out? This was the worst day of my life. Until today nothing was ever thought of sacrificing to our country's wrongs. For six months we had worked to capture, but our cause being almost lost, something decisive and great must be done. But its failure was owing to others, who did not strike for their country with a heart. I struck boldly, and not as the papers say. I walked with a firm step through a thousand of his friends, was stopped, but pushed on. A colonel was at his side. I shouted Sic semper before I fired. In jumping broke my leg. I passed all his pickets, rode sixty miles that night with the bone of my leg tearing the flesh at every jump. I can never repent it, though we hated to kill. Our country owed all her troubles to him, and God simply made me the instrument of his punishment. The country is not what it was. This forced Union is not what I have loved. I care not what becomes of me. I have no desire to outlive my country. The night before the deed I wrote a long article and left it for one of the editors of the National Intelligencer, in which I fully set forth our reasons for our proceedings. He or the gov'r- After being hunted like a dog through swamps, woods, and last night being chased by gunboats till I was forced to return wet, cold, and starving, with every man's hand against me, I am here in despair. And why? For doing what Brutus was honored for. What made Tell a hero? And yet I, for striking down a greater tyrant than they ever knew, am looked upon as a common cutthroat. My action was purer than either of theirs. One hoped to be great himself. The other had not only his country's but his own, wrongs to avenge. I hoped for no gain. I knew no private wrong. I struck for my country and that alone. A country that groaned beneath this tyranny, and prayed for this end, and yet now behold the cold hands they extend to me. God cannot pardon me if I have done wrong. Yet I cannot see my wrong, except in serving a degenerate people. The little, the very little, I left behind to clear my name, the Government will not allow to be printed. So ends all. For my country I have given up all that makes life sweet and holy, brought misery upon my family, and am sure there is no pardon in the Heaven for me, since man condemns me so. I have only heard of what has been done (except what I did myself), and it fills me with horror. God, try and forgive me, and bless my mother. Tonight I will once more try the river with the intent to cross. Though I have a greater desire and almost a mind to return to Washington, and in a measure clear my name - which I feel I can do. I do not repent the blow I struck. I may before my God, but not to man. I think I have done well. Though I am abandoned, with the curse of Cain upon me, when, if the world knew my heart, that one blow would have made me great, though I did desire no greatness. Tonight I try to escape these bloodhounds once more. Who, who can read his fate? God's will be done. I have too great a soul to die like a criminal. Oh, may He, may He spare me that, and let me die bravely. I bless the entire world. Have never hated or wronged anyone. This last was not a wrong, unless God deems it so, and it's with Him to damn or bless me. As for this brave boy with me, who often prays (yes, before and since) with a true and sincere heart - was it crime in him? If so, why can he pray the same? I do not wish to shed a drop of blood, but 'I must fight the course.' 'Tis all that's left to me. Charecteristics: Complete thoughst, reflective on what is happenign at the time, First person. Criteria, emotional, date(know time period), langauage fits person writing entry
Diary Entry
January (day before superbowl)
Tomorrow is gonna be the final test to my entire career. Thank you lord for allowing me to perform on this battlefield of the gridiron with such success for over 17 years. You have blessed me with the ability to perform but also the opportunity to mold young minds. I have been to the Super bowl one other time but that experience does not come close to the sentimental value behind playing my final game in the Super bowl. I have not let the hype get to me and refuse to even hold or pose with the Lombardi trophy. That is foolish, why should any be able to hold something they have not earned yet? My whole I never took anything I didn’t earn and the shrine of the NFL, the Lombardi trophy should be no other way. Although my career is coming to an end, my faith in you God will never end.
Day after Superbowl when accusations came out
My team lived up to the moment I will forever remember this group of men not only as teammates but as family. I have grown and watched them all improve over the years and they have done the same. These men are the only ones that truly know the work and dedication I put into my career. It is nonsense that anyone can possibly try and take that away from me. I am infuriated by the fact some sleazebag is running his mouth about how I cheated. Deer Antlers? How would that even improve my game play? I would never put anything in my body that is a banned substance or as ridiculous as deer antlers. I have been blessed by the lord that is how I came back from my injury, not by some deer antler miracle drug. I will continue to live my life following Gods path for me and the truth will be proved eventually.
Examples:
August 26, 1963
Today I found out I was going to an integrated school. I feel my life will be better, but I am also worried of what the kids will think of me. Their parents are very upset and protesting outside the school. I have mixed feelings about it. I know that if I want to fulfill my dream of becoming a black lawyer, I will need a great education and have to work hard. My life will be nothing without education.
August 27, 1963
I just got home from school. It was terrifying. I am usually proud of who I am, but my classmates made me feel ashamed. No one would speak to me and I felt like an outcast. I should have stayed at my old school. I'm never going to be able to become a lawyer learning like this. How could I have thought this would work out? This was the worst day of my life.
Until today nothing was ever thought of sacrificing to our country's wrongs. For six months we had worked to capture, but our cause being almost lost, something decisive and great must be done. But its failure was owing to others, who did not strike for their country with a heart. I struck boldly, and not as the papers say. I walked with a firm step through a thousand of his friends, was stopped, but pushed on. A colonel was at his side. I shouted Sic semper before I fired. In jumping broke my leg. I passed all his pickets, rode sixty miles that night with the bone of my leg tearing the flesh at every jump. I can never repent it, though we hated to kill. Our country owed all her troubles to him, and God simply made me the instrument of his punishment. The country is not what it was. This forced Union is not what I have loved. I care not what becomes of me. I have no desire to outlive my country. The night before the deed I wrote a long article and left it for one of the editors of the National Intelligencer, in which I fully set forth our reasons for our proceedings. He or the gov'r-
After being hunted like a dog through swamps, woods, and last night being chased by gunboats till I was forced to return wet, cold, and starving, with every man's hand against me, I am here in despair. And why? For doing what Brutus was honored for. What made Tell a hero? And yet I, for striking down a greater tyrant than they ever knew, am looked upon as a common cutthroat. My action was purer than either of theirs. One hoped to be great himself. The other had not only his country's but his own, wrongs to avenge. I hoped for no gain. I knew no private wrong. I struck for my country and that alone. A country that groaned beneath this tyranny, and prayed for this end, and yet now behold the cold hands they extend to me. God cannot pardon me if I have done wrong. Yet I cannot see my wrong, except in serving a degenerate people. The little, the very little, I left behind to clear my name, the Government will not allow to be printed. So ends all. For my country I have given up all that makes life sweet and holy, brought misery upon my family, and am sure there is no pardon in the Heaven for me, since man condemns me so. I have only heard of what has been done (except what I did myself), and it fills me with horror. God, try and forgive me, and bless my mother. Tonight I will once more try the river with the intent to cross. Though I have a greater desire and almost a mind to return to Washington, and in a measure clear my name - which I feel I can do. I do not repent the blow I struck. I may before my God, but not to man. I think I have done well. Though I am abandoned, with the curse of Cain upon me, when, if the world knew my heart, that one blow would have made me great, though I did desire no greatness. Tonight I try to escape these bloodhounds once more. Who, who can read his fate? God's will be done. I have too great a soul to die like a criminal. Oh, may He, may He spare me that, and let me die bravely. I bless the entire world. Have never hated or wronged anyone. This last was not a wrong, unless God deems it so, and it's with Him to damn or bless me. As for this brave boy with me, who often prays (yes, before and since) with a true and sincere heart - was it crime in him? If so, why can he pray the same?
I do not wish to shed a drop of blood, but 'I must fight the course.' 'Tis all that's left to me.
Charecteristics: Complete thoughst, reflective on what is happenign at the time, First person.
Criteria, emotional, date(know time period), langauage fits person writing entry